Famed

We were in the service of the man Hired minimum wage Casting a show, Broadway-bound He could do no wrong I thought Famous playwright, a literary light My idol since I was just a boy But then She came to me in tears Some underling it seems Had asked her—for him Whether she would go out 'But I'm married.' She said. 'Yes, but he wants to know Will you go out? ' The lackey replied with some Embarrassment. Funny, I didn't feel so bad The next time that celebrated man Looked through me Without acknowledging my 'Hello.' ~ Laurence Overmire (Previously published in Aabye's Baby, Nov 2000; New York Minute: An Actor's Memoir, Indelible Mark Publishing,2017)